Wen Yun's eyes flashed, and a sweet smile stabbed Song Changyou's eyes.

"And Twilight, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect to grow so tall, I remember that before, Ah You was two points taller than you, but now it's not as tall as you. ”

Seeing that Song Changheng was chatting hotly with Wen Yun and Li Chidu, Song Changyou snorted, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart, pulling one in one hand and dragging the two of them elsewhere.

"Your brother looks pretty good. ”

Wenyun praised it, but Song Changyou did not object, and acquiesced to Wenyun's statement.

When he was a child, he was ignorant and competed with Song Changheng, and later Song Changheng went abroad for many years, and the two had no contact, so that now Song Changyou doesn't know what attitude to use to face Song Changheng.

Even so, Song Changyou can't have a clear conscience and say that Song Changheng is not a good brother.

Song Changheng has achieved a degree that even a brother may not be able to do.

He treats Song Changyou as a child who has not grown up, and tolerates everything he does.

Now that he has returned, Song Changheng still treats him as a vexatious child, which makes Song Changyou very unhappy.

His unhappiness was all on his face.

Wen Yun snorted and laughed, "I just found out today that you are so awkward in front of your brother." ”

Song Changyou glared at Wen Yun hatefully, and jumped onto the stage under the repeated reminders of the invigilators.

Song Chang waved his hand to the right and gestured to the cheering people in the audience, and the corners of his mouth were slanted, showing his grace.

Song Changyou came back from a circle on the stage, and found that Wen Yun and Li Chidui had walked to Song Changheng's side again. The three of them didn't know what to say, even Li Chidu, who was as cold as ice and snow, the corners of his mouth were always shallowly hooked, and the ice broke and bloomed.

Song Changyou didn't feel good in his heart, he looked at it seriously, and when the giant sword arrived in front of him, he reacted.

The greatsword swept away, and he was almost swept to the ground.

Although Song Changyou flexibly dodged and was not cut, he was injured by the sword qi, he closed his mouth, turned the liquid from his chest into his throat, and swallowed it again.

If he squirts, he'll be a big joke.

Song Changyou gathered his mind and fought with Zhu Kun seriously.

Zhu Kun is a single-line golden spirit root, and unlike other golden spirit root monks who like to use spiritual power to conjure up many golden swords, and use numbers to contain the enemy, Zhu Kun's style is even more powerful.

He only condensed one sword, a huge sword, and the golden sword occupied almost half of the area of the playing field.

Zhu Kun's giant sword attack is also simple and violent, with one slash, two sweeps and three spins.

Every attack, because of the large size of the golden sword, Song Changyou had to make many moves in order to dodge the attack range of the giant sword.

One chased, the other fled, Song Changyou missed the opportunity from the beginning, and was chased by the giant sword all the time.

The master has made a move, and he has seen the best in every detail.

Song Changyou has been at a disadvantage because of his absent-mindedness at the beginning.

After being chased like this for more than ten minutes, Song Changyou was already starting to be a little out of breath.

The giant sword seemed to be bulky, but its movements were very flexible, and Song Changyou had to spend a lot of spiritual power every time to dodge its attacks.

Especially when the giant sword rotated, it rotated with the hilt as the original center, almost sweeping the entire competition field, and Song Changyou could only fly in the air and dodge through spatial positioning.

The wind and sand surge, covering the sky and the sun. Under the shadow of the sword, there was almost no human figure in sight.

The longer the time passes, the faster the spiritual power is consumed.

In this competition, it is not possible to carry a storage magic weapon, which means that except for the spirit pill issued by the referee to the two at the beginning of the game, which can replenish and restore some spiritual power, everyone cannot use other things.

The talisman magic weapon and elixir that you carry are all prohibited items.

Otherwise, there is almost no possibility of winning for the children of the previous family, and this immortal cultivation competition will lose its significance.

Everyone is like Wen Yun, throwing a bunch of talismans, eating a bunch of pills, and without using their hands, the opponent will disarm and surrender.

The fourth level of the Immortal Cultivation Contest is a battle for realm cultivation in the pure sense, which has nothing to do with life experience, and is very fair. As soon as the rules came out, they were highly respected by everyone.

Seeing that the spiritual power was getting less and less, Song Changyou swallowed the Huiling Pill in his stomach, and the flames rose fiercely, enveloping Song Changyou's body, and his arrogance rose to two meters.

Zhu Kun also swallowed the Hui Ling Pill with a solemn face, and the golden sword lay between the two.

After the spirit pill took effect and the three layers of spiritual power were restored, Song Changyou's entire person fused with the flames, turned into a ball, and attacked Zhu Kun, but was stopped by the giant sword halfway.

The battlefield of fire and sword, full of fire and golden light. The fire pressed the golden sword and slowly walked towards Zhu Kun's side.

"Come on, come on!"

"Song Changyou is good!"

"Zhu Kun, Xiongqi, I've put all my net worth on you!"

The audience was excited, shaking their fists and shouting.

Shui Zonglun pouted, very reluctant to admit it, "It seems that Song Changyou is going to win." ”

Li Chiwan shook his head, and Wen Yun followed and spoke, "Ah You lost." ”

"How could it be? Brother Right obviously has the advantage. Yu Chao hurriedly asked about the situation.

The golden sword was powerless to stop it, and it was about to be pushed to Zhu Kun's side by the flames, why would Song Changyou still lose?

Song Changheng sighed, "Ah You is going to run out." ”

Before the words fell, the speed at which the flame man pushed the giant sword gradually slowed down, until it was not at all difficult to advance at all.

It is only a little more than a meter away from Zhu Kun.

The flame man fell, and the flames dispersed, revealing Song Changyou lying on the ground, panting.

Song Changyou's strength was exhausted, but Zhu Kun still had some strength left.

Jin Jian was about to smash down, and Song Changyou shouted, "I admit defeat." ”

The giant sword stopped only twenty centimeters above Song Chang's right head, turning into starlight and dissipating.

"I conceded. Zhu Kun hugged his fist at Song Chang's right hand, and everyone cheered.

The referee announced the result, and Song Changyou was dragged down by Li Chidu.

Wen Yun took out a chair from the space, and Song Changyou's whole person collapsed on the chair, unable to carry a little spiritual power in his whole body, and was as heavy as a thousand gold.

Li Chiwei threw a rejuvenation pill into his mouth, and Song Changyou felt alive again.

Shui Zonglun: "So many people are watching, you actually admit defeat, rookie, are you ashamed?"

Song Changyou said weakly: "If you want to admit defeat, you are not qualified, rookie, is it a shame?"

Wen Yun silently moved to the side. Stupid this disease is contagious, how smart Song Changyou used to be, after being with Shui Zonglun, he scolded each other every day, and both of them became naïve primary school students.

Li Chidui turned around and left directly and jumped into the arena.

Song Changheng laughed, looked at Song Changyou lovingly, stretched out his demonic hand, rubbed Song Changyou's hair, and said with a smile: "Our Ah You is still as cute as when we were children." ”

Song Chang turned his head to the right and snorted coldly, his ears almost invisibly reddened.